Suddenly, the man's narrow, deep eyes filled with a valley of emotions, and he sank slightly.
"Is this... your first time?" he squinted at her, thinking the woman in his arms was chosen just for him.
Skyler shook her head, sobbing, and bit his shoulder fiercely, crying until she choked.
The man eased the pressure on her waist, then kissed her red, swollen eyes. "Good girl, remember, I am your first man. I'll take responsibility for you."
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One Year Later...
Skyler didn't understand what he meant by her saving him again.
She didn't even know who he was.
She only felt her heart racing and her body heating up, wanting to escape but also wanting to be closer to him.
The next second, she was suspended between hesitation and desire.
The man bent down, effortlessly lifting her delicate body, pressing her against the door as he kissed her with fierce intensity.
He held her chin, sealing her lips and stealing her breath.
The kiss was intense, making her feel as though her bones were melting.
She instinctively responded, feeling both unfamiliar and inexperienced.
"Um, don't..."
"We can't..."
"You can," he murmured. "I promised to take responsibility for you."
His low voice echoed in her ear, and her hazy eyes gave way to his dominant kisses.
At one point, unease gripped her, and she bit into his shoulder, leaving a mark.
They entangled through the night.